People stood up on both sides of the church andshe
felt their eyes on her. Still she gazed up and downwith her indolent dissatisfied
stare.
Hope youll come again soon, said Mr Robson,
grasping her handvery hard. Her voice tailed off as she puton her spectacles and
took up The Times. They all looked settled, elderly, as if theirminds were made up.
Your father wont be back just yet, said Mrs Malone, putting onher spectacles
again.
The worst of it is, she thought, as she let Mrs
Toms dothe talking, that I cant help liking him.
That symbol of her girlish sentiment amused
hergrimly.
Its Morriss case you know; at theLaw Courts. Then
inthe midst of the argument came another burst of familiar beauty. The others, she
noticed, did not seem to see her;they were thinking of their mother. Good-night, and
sleep well, said Mrs Malone.
Something pretty, something she could wear,
youknow. Mrs Potter clutched hold of Eleanors hand, as ifshe suspected that they
were going to hurt her. This was her moment ofrelaxation and recuperation after the
days work.
Something pretty, something to wear, Eleanor
panted. A crowd of children stood round staring atDuffuss pony.
But then in two strides the unfamiliar street
became the street shehad always known. Its Morriss case you know; at theLaw Courts.
She raised her hand to her face with an unconscious gesture offatigue that touched
her mother.
But the houses oneither side were clearly visible.
Would they accept her in spite of her hat and her gloves?